It took an age. Gwaine murmured soft, pretty words to Merlin as Merlin sank down: how good it felt, how amazing Merlin was, how he was take it all so well. Arthur trembled, fists clench in his sheets, barely keeping himself under control as the tight, tight heat enveloped him, clamping around him, squeezing him together with Gwaine’s cock.
And Oh God, they were in. Both of them. How could Merlin even? Merlin’s knuckles were white from this clench of the headboard. He hadn’t said anything, only managed a few sounds half-pained, half bliss.
“Are you all right?” Arthur asked.
Sweat dripped down Merlin’s forehead, pebbled at above his lip. Arthur wanted to kiss him, lick it off but he couldn’t reach. Merlin ducked his head to could Arthur’s eye. His face was so intense, eye half-lidded. “Yeah. It’s-“ Merlin let out a deep shuttering breath that Arthur felt as much as saw. “It’s good.”
“When you’re ready.” There was a barely restrained edge to Gwaine’s voice and it was reassuring that Arthur wasn’t the only that was going to lose his mind if they didn’t start moving soon.
Aware of every pulse, every muscle spasm, Arthur knew exactly when Merlin had begun to relax. It was like Merlin’s soul was ripped open for him to see, to feel. Then finally, after another half dozen exhales – Arthur had counted – Merlin nodded.
“Okay. Move. Now.”
Gwaine clamped his hands on Merlin’s hips and Arthur followed suit, partly over lapping. “Slow,” he said to Arthur, like a warning. Arthur nodded.
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Re: rough snippet part 12
Date: 2010-10-08 10:19 pm (UTC)And Oh God, they were in. Both of them. How could Merlin even? Merlin’s knuckles were white from this clench of the headboard. He hadn’t said anything, only managed a few sounds half-pained, half bliss.
“Are you all right?” Arthur asked.
Sweat dripped down Merlin’s forehead, pebbled at above his lip. Arthur wanted to kiss him, lick it off but he couldn’t reach. Merlin ducked his head to could Arthur’s eye. His face was so intense, eye half-lidded. “Yeah. It’s-“ Merlin let out a deep shuttering breath that Arthur felt as much as saw. “It’s good.”
“When you’re ready.” There was a barely restrained edge to Gwaine’s voice and it was reassuring that Arthur wasn’t the only that was going to lose his mind if they didn’t start moving soon.
Aware of every pulse, every muscle spasm, Arthur knew exactly when Merlin had begun to relax. It was like Merlin’s soul was ripped open for him to see, to feel. Then finally, after another half dozen exhales – Arthur had counted – Merlin nodded.
“Okay. Move. Now.”
Gwaine clamped his hands on Merlin’s hips and Arthur followed suit, partly over lapping. “Slow,” he said to Arthur, like a warning. Arthur nodded.